So…what is retirement really like?
It’s awesome and no I have not.
In the middle of the day I see them in the super market, gray hair, or no hair, pushing a carriage with a grandchild in the seat. Or maybe there is no child and dinner and a snack in the seat portends of the rest of the day’s repast.
My grandparents, (grandmothers in particular), filled in all the gaps my parents left open because mom and dad both worked and I was not an only child. It wasn’t until I became an adult, and my grandparents were gone, that I realized the importance of that generation’s existence in my life and how it influenced the person I have become today.
I am them.
The roll they played is now my roll.
Like them (for now anyway) I do not use anything to hold myself up. I’m a straight walker, straight talker and dish out platters of life lessons for the little ones to consume or discard. Along with the time I am now blessed to have with them, to sometimes do nothing but sit and eat ice cream, I tell them how beautiful, handsome and smart they are. “Yes”, to another little toy, another cupcake, another movie and another handful of popcorn, even though mom and dad say “nope”, you’ve had enough. As best I can, I am filling in the gaps with more than just enough.
And what does this have to do with writing? Nothing and everything.
Evelyn Wilkerson never had children, and yet, as a gray haired mid-sixties relic of the good life unexpectedly tossed onto the bottom rung, she fills in the gaps.
They say to write what you know about. I am not a leaner and neither is Evelyn.